Gambling Addiction

Place your bets, everyone.

Alright! I've got a good feeling this time!

This round's gonna shoot me straight to the top!

Red number fourteen! All in!

Uh... are you sure, miss?

Not my business, but you just did five losses in a row...

Huh? Haha, it's fine, it's fine!

Losing a bit is how you get into the flow!

Think of it as a little sacrifice.

The real game starts now!

S-sure?!

But that seems like more than just "a bit"...

Haha! New here, huh?

Don't worry. Actually...

She comes in every day, loses everything—even her underwear—and walks out like it's nothing!

*Crack*

What?!

She's lost so much already, even if she wins, it won't cover it.

She'll just crash and burn again today, like always.

*Crack* *Crack*

That sounds... not great?

Nah... look.

She's a real pro.

Us gamblers? We play to win.

But her...?

She's just in for the thrill!

Chips? Just the price for the buy-in.

Worrying about her? That's the real insult.

*Crack* *Crack* *Crack*

Not sure if that makes sense... or if it's total nonsense...

Come on, just relax and enjoy the show.

The real fun here is seeing what kind of mess that broke girl ends up in.

Last month, she couldn't pay back the chips she borrowed and had to work as a waitress at the casino diner for a week.

Kinda curious what gig she'll land this time, huh?

Shut it, you crusty old geezers!

Who're you calling broke?!

This time I'm winning everything in this place, and blowing it all in the dumbest, fanciest way I can think of!

Dealer! Spin it!

Red number fourteen! All in. Confirmed.

Spinning the wheel.

Black six.

The player loses.

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Flow, my foot!! That wasn't even close!!

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Told you. Huh?

Defying gravity never ends well.

Losing money must be some kind of natural law for her, right?

Exactly! Now you can understand the basic logic, friend.

SHUT UP!!

...You've lost all your chips.

What would you like to do?

Well...

Hehe... mind lending me just a tiny bit?

I swear I can win it back in like... 30 minutes...

Wh-what the?

Wait... you guys... You look kinda familiar...

There you are, you scammer!

Huh?

Hmm?

...eek?

Smile! That scammer who ran off with your shop deposit.

It's her, isn't it?!

Facial recognition complete.

Match probability 99.97%.

S-scammer? Hahaha... What are you even talking about?

It's probably just... a little misunderstanding...

Don't even try to excuse!

You crushed a girl's hopes and future!

Now hand over the payment you stole—right now!

Welp, saw this coming eventually.

Wondered where a young girl got gambling money... Turns out she stole it. Yikes...

W-wait! Scammer...?! I object!

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Okay, I'll admit like... 30%! But beyond that? No way!

And you, little miss yellow hat!

My name, Smile.

Remember at least the name of your client. Please.

Whatever!

I'm no fraud!

I'm Lavistar's greatest oracle!

The chosen wielder of the Moon Staff!

I don't care about your so-called Moon Staff or whatever! Never even heard of it!

Hiiieeeek! Ignorance isn't something to brag about!

And even though you are an oracle, you can't predict anything in the casino!

Cards, roulette... Looks like you lose every game!

Sounds like solid proof you're a scammer!

H-hiiieeeek!

You clearly don't understand the sacred ethics of an oracle!

Using prophecy to rig the outcome of holy gambling is blasphemy!

A shaky bridge stretched toward the great unknown...

That thrill you get with every step, never knowing if the next plank will hold or snap...

If I already knew how it ends... what fun would gambling even be?!

Possible anomaly in her cerebral neurotransmitter receptors.

Enough of this! Just give the payment back!

Don't tell me you already spent it all?!

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R-really?!

Well... money's meant to flow, you know?

It's how capitalism works...

Anyway, sorry.

Prophecies don't always give the answers people want.

And refunds? Yeah... those aren't part of the deal.

So anyway! Bye! Lovely meeting you! Let's never cross paths again!

Unless it's in our next life or something!

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